Guy meets gal, falls in love, and after an epic romance, they decide to get married. Fast forward to a lovely ceremony, and then roll of credits on screen or end of the book. Um, that's not how it works out in real life. Let me tell you about what happens after happily ever after. My name is Arthur LaRoche. I was born on the island of Haiti in 1962, and my p...
As always, I use real places for local color when I can: Central Baptist Hospital, PNC Bank, the Meadowthorpe area, street names and Kroger are all real places. Maybe it'll amuse some of the readers who actually live or work at those places. The persons depicted are all fictional, and any resemblance to any person, living, dead or undead, is entirely coincid...
"Take care of yourself, Carl Robinson, if you ever need anything, don't hesitate to come by the dojo," said my long-time friend Duncan MacLeod, the legendary Highlander, as he clasped me in a bear hug, and I smiled and embraced him warmly. I haven't met a lot of good people in my nearly two centuries of living upon this earth, but the tall, dark-haired Scots...
"Lois, I'm not sure about this." Clark looked hesitantly from the bed to where his wife stood, scantily clad in a purple nightie that accentuated all of her curves. In front of her stood Batman and Wonder Woman, both dressed in their full costumes. "Relax, Smallville," Lois replied, smirking as she reached for Batman's utility belt, undoing the clasps that...
Reader beware, this story involves rape and murder. Suggestion, read my bio before reading further. This story is similar to the style of fellow Literotica authors Temptanddestroy and Wannabeboytoy among others. So with that warning I think it would be really dumb of anyone to leave a comment or negative feedback about the premise and theme of the story like...
Today I decided to get out of my house. I have been pretty busy with college work and what not. I am currently studying to be a 3D animator. My dream is to work for Blizzard. I just worry that because I am a girl, people will expect me not to go to far in the industry. They may even think that I don't know what I am doing or what I'm talking about. I have p...
"You going to come in, or not?" Lois Lane, Pulitzer-winning journalist from Metropolis, asked, staring at the shadowy figure that stood in the window of her luxurious Gotham hotel suite. "Thought you made promise to my husband, that whenever I was in Gotham, you'd watch over me, and take good care of me." Lois taunted, deviously. She stood up, walking slow...
Hastings cursed as he viewed the Literoticum's "Survivor Contest ScoreCards" list. He was number 10 on the list. TENTH PLACE! After all his hard work, the sleepless nights he stayed awake, working on his stories; writing, rewriting, perfecting, and nurturing them as you would a small child. He knew 10th place was nothing to be ashamed of, but he also knew h...
Unlike many of you on LITEROTICA, I have been writing for some 45 years. Now, I am sure that many of you are thinking that I was some kind of child prodigy and some of you are likely thinking I was some kind of child pervert. Ha-Ha. I have always been a reader. I could read, more or less, by the time I entered kindergarten. I knew what a lot of things we...
My name is Kenneth Jason Sturgood. Friends call me KJ for short. I'm a student at Illyria College in the city of March Wood, Maine. Although a native of South Central, Los Angeles, I've grown quite fond of the city and the college which welcomed me. Illyria College is a fine school located in a fine town. I sometimes miss my friends and my folks back in Los...